Beautiful girl, I want to kill you.
Pretty girl, I want to slit your throat.
You make me sick. You’re just like the rest.
Mindless droids with rotted out souls.
Mechanical toys for a mechanical god.
Walk, talk, act, are alike.
The same in every way.
You make me want to vomit.
Annihilate the race.
Kill the robots of the world.
Perfect people, don’t give a fuck about you.
Want you to choke and die.
Let me do it.
Let me hunt you.
End your feeble existence.
Just set me free.
Upon the droids of the world.
Handsome boy, I want to kill you.
Pretty boy, I want you to slit your throat.
You make me sick, You’re like the rest.
Mindless droids with rotted out souls.
Mechanical toys for a mechanical god.
Walk, talk, act, are alike.
The same in every way.
You make me want to vomit.
Annihilate the race.
Kill the robots of the world.
Perfect people, don’t give a fuck about you.
Want you to choke and die.
Let me do it.
Let me hunt you.
End your feeble existence.
Just set me free.
Upon the droids of the world.
Perfect people, just fucking die!
Author’s Note: please don’t write just to tell me how people who seem perfect on the outside can have serious problems that we don’t know about. i am well aware of this. this poem (originally a song) is about as humorous as i get nowadays. it’s just meant to be taken at face value and enjoyed.
–mourning